The cuccoon cracks and my blood seeps through the shattered edges staining the white. Change swirls into into my spine and I stiffen. He is quiet at first but He feeds on my fear and before I have time to put on my mask, I am His.
There is no going back.
There is no going back.
Survival is a lucid dream.
Sex is under-rated.
Drugs call on Denial.
Drama is the interlude to your melody, to your rap, to the hurt in your eyes.
Alcohol helps you remember, alcohol helps you forget.
Everybody lies.
Sex is under-rated.
Drugs call on Denial.
Drama is the interlude to your melody, to your rap, to the hurt in your eyes.
Alcohol helps you remember, alcohol helps you forget.
Everybody lies.
I'm back to closing my eyes to bring in the light.
"But mama, everybody's doing it."
"But mama, everybody's doing it."
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